The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1887-07-16
DUB BOYS AND GIRLS.
OBSTINATE PETER.

A Little Story Of = Boy who Thought
Girls "Don't Know Nothing"
"Now, Peter, stay at home this after
noon and keep an eye to the house. and
the turkeys as well. There seem to me
indications Of q shower. and you must
be sure and not let the young turks get
wet" said Farmer Garland, as he step
ped into the buggy In which his wife
was already seated. Eyes. sir" drawl.
ed Peter slowly; but he looked glum
enough as he watched his parents out
of sight and then glanced up at the
blue sky overhead. ~muttering: "StufR
and nonsense! Nobody will u away
with the house, and there is no more
danger Of rain than Of snow. might
Just as we'll 60 a fishing with the other
fellows!" He did not dare. however,
to disobey so positive a command OF
his fathers, and pretty soon. with his
hands in his pockets, sauntered around
to the back of the farmhouse, to look
at his own especial brood Of turkeys.
fine young fowls, that he was raising
himself, and which. before his minds
eye. he could already see sent to mar.
ket and transformed into the jingling
coin Of the republic, and that, in turn.
invested in the desire of his heart, q
bicycle. 'And Thanksgiving will see
me spinning along on my metal stecd.
and growing over all the boys" he
thought, with pride and delight.
The Garland homestead was q very
old-fashioned mansion, and in the rear
stood one Of those brick Ditch ovens
in which our forefathers-or, rather.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS wont to bake their
famous milk pies and pan dowdies;
and close to this, Peter came Upon his
two little sisters, deep in their Satur-
day baking, and merry as grigs. as
they concoctcd their pies of rich brown
mud and fresh spring water, and to
which they gave as high-sounding
names as any French chef.
'What a silly girls play that is!'
exclaimed Peter, as he gave n of the
little tarts a kick, making wee Polly
cry out that he chad spoiled her best
Patty Foggarty." by which we suppose
she meant pate-de-fois-gras, and caused
Tressy to turn on him a pair of big,
representa- eyes. But IS he leaned idly
against the fence, watching the young
cooks, he gradually became interested
in their employment Hs at last ex-
claimed: Here, girls. you don't know
how to make good mud pies! Yours
are all crooked; girls never do do things
right! I'll show you how they ought to
bel" And %snatching the old han
dleless knife from his sisters
hands, down this pompous little
''lord Of creation" pumped
on the ground and began stirring up
the earth, while poor Tressy could only
sit by and hold the cup Of water for his
lordship. and Polly's sturdy little feet
were kept busy trudging back and
forth to the Dutch oven, where these
decidedly indigestible specimens Of
cookery were placed to brown.
Thus the afternoon wore away until
Tressy. looking up. suddenly cried:
why. there is a big bank Of black
clouds coming up in the vest! We are
going to have rain. and tho turkeys
must be driven under shelter! But
Peter, who had now turned his atten-
ton from dirt pies and was absorbed
in erecting a mud fort, only said:
Don't worry; the shower won't come
here; twill 60 round, most likelyr'
Uncasily. Tressy waited five minutes
longer. and then, as the b~attalions Of
clouds continued to advance, started
up. saying: ut IL best to be on the
safe side! Let US get the fowls
together. Peter!"
Il tell you it is not going to rain"
returned Peter. obstinately; "there is
enough blue sky to make trousers for .
dozen sailors"
"We'll, IL you won't come I shall
drive pas turkeys in myself" said
Trcssy. who. although usually a gentle,
yielding little creature, could be firm
enough at times.
"And have your trouble for naught.
! can tell by the way Of the wind that
the shower will go round, and Won
had much better stay and sec me finish
my SUMTER"
But Tressy thought otherwise, and
summoning Polly, the two little girls
were soon racing all over the grounds,
driving the turkeys into the hen.house,
while Peter shouted after them:
"That's right! run and tear till YOU
are out Of breath; but don't dare to
drive one Of my brood in doorsv'
1t was hard work tn cage the wild
creatures. and the little maids were
tired out before the tail-feathers Of the
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